After eating at an inn, Jian Fan had nowhere to put down the peach blossom wine in his hand.
Jian Fan glanced at Ananda, who was looking up at the moon with a white jade wine glass in his hands.
He was a little depressed that he didn't say a word, although it was difficult to tolerate it under normal circumstances.
How talkative.
So she went back to her room, and in the quiet night, she drank a whole bottle of peach blossom wine.
Looking at someone's room, Jian Fan's melancholy mood emerged again under the influence of alcohol.
Zhu Sanniang harmed others for her so-called precious son, and the Zhou couple felt joy and sorrow at getting their son back.
She seemed to be very familiar with those feelings.
She is an amnesia patient who was picked up by Rong Nang.
She may have a family and the courage to risk everything, but her mind is empty.
Apart from Rong Nang and what happened in recent years, she is actually a Those who have nothing have nothing Jian Fan suddenly panicked, just as he said that women are emotional animals.
Although it was tacitly agreed upon by everyone that Rong Nian would go back to the underworld for business at night, she just missed him.
He was all in her mind and heart, thinking of his awkward care, his kind back, and his elder-like teachings.
Thinking of his mask-like smile, the loneliness that suddenly swept over her made her long for that rare companionship.
"Ananda, Ananda, Ananda" she called him frantically, shouting the name of the man who had been accompanying her crazily in the silent night.
What's wrong with being willful?
She also has the right to be willful.
"Xiao Fanfan, what's wrong with you?"
Rong Nan was about to go to the underworld to correct the official documents when he suddenly heard his wife's panic call.
Compared with Jian Fan, the official documents from the underworld were nothing.
He didn't even look for the door.
Enter through the wall.
Okay, he admitted, his heart twitched when he saw Jian Fan leaning on the bed alone with his bare feet and hugging his legs, calling him in a low voice.
How long has it been since this heart beat so violently?
He unconsciously slowed down his voice, bent his straight waist, and squatted beside her, the two of them like two motionless mushrooms.
"Madam, I'm here."
Jian Fan opened his eyes and looked at him without blinking.
His eyes were red, his nose was red, and his mouth was red.
"Ananda, please don't leave tonight, okay?"
The distress in his eyes made her feel nostalgic.
Her usually high-spirited voice had a hint of cautious crying, which was soft and made Rong Nan feel distressed.
"Madam, can you go to the bed and wrap yourself up in quilt?
The ground is cold.
No matter how high the air conditioner is, it's useless.
Electricity is not wasted like this."
Rong Nan still held her collar and gently placed her in the middle of the bed.
With a wave of his hand, the soft and thick quilt wrapped Jian Fan's entire body, forming a small package.
"Ananda."
Jian Fan's two little hands struggled out of the quilt disobediently, and stretched out toward the figure in front of him who felt extremely safe, and cautiously said, "Can I hug you?"
Rong Nan stared at the desire and dependence in Jian Fan's eyes that could be seen at a glance.
He nodded, lay down next to Jian Fan, and faced Jian Fan.
Jian Fan stretched out his hand, knowing that he couldn't hug him, but still wrapped his arms around him weakly, smiling like a child.
She kept looking at him, from his long eyelashes to his charming phoenix eyes, his lips were always pale and bloodless, his Adam's apple was sexy, and even his long hair that was rarely taken care of was so beautiful.
After watching it, she fell asleep.
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Jian Fan's hands slowly lowered and rested on Rong Nan's muscular waist that was gradually solidifying.
Rong Nan gently put Jian Fan's hand under the quilt and covered it.
Seeing her frown, he also got into the quilt and held Jian Fan's petite body in front of him in his arms.
Her sleeping face gradually relaxed, and there was a faint smile.
Seeing that Jian Fan was happy and Rong Nan was in a better mood, he gently kissed Jian Fan's forehead.
The clean, fragrant and pollution-free feminine fragrance mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms filled the tip of his nose, and he also He felt like his nose was running out of breath, he would get drunk next to her.
"Hey, madam, don't forget to accept me."
He swore domineeringly, "I must be yours."
Why are you so insecure?
What a poor little guy.
Well, is there something wrong?
the next day.
"It's so hot."
Jian Fan groggily touched his quilt, and when he touched it, he found that the thickness was wrong.
She got out of the bed and squinted to see, good guy, she was wrapped in at least four quilts, and the air conditioner in the room was still on full blast.
She felt like she was going to have a heat stroke.
Take a closer look, the yellow wall seems a bit familiar "Why don't I know if you're home?"
She murmured as she got up and put on her thick coat.
The child who was favored by God had no symptoms of hangover at all.
"Is Ananda hiding?
Why did I seem to have taken advantage of him last night?
Damn it, I ignored thousands of young people in the motherland and molested an old ghost."
She was picky, but she felt very strange in her heart.
It's so sweet that it's almost full. bite Before she could think about it, the sound of wind chimes in the living room attracted her.
The luxurious wind chime is also a treasure.
Generally speaking, if the wind chime rings three times, it means there is a visitor; if the wind chime rings two times, it means she will either come back or go out; if the wind chime rings once, it means a letter has arrived.
Jian Fan stepped on his cute little rabbit-shaped cotton mop and dragged it all the way to the living room.
The mouth of the cloisonné bottle didn't smell of blood.
It seemed that the Wangchuan River was quite clean, so she could save some effort.
There are two envelopes on the window, one red and one yellow.
Jian Fan picked up the yellow envelope first.
Although she was very fond of the hot red color, it might be related to her Taoist practice.
She also had a unique love for yellow objects.
The envelope had a Buddha's name printed on it, and when it was opened, there seemed to be distant Sanskrit chanting.
To Jian Fan's ears, it was noisy and showy, so don't be too noisy.
"Little friend Jian: Don't forget this meeting.
Leave the dust behind."
In just nine words, everything that needs to be said has been said. places, people, events "Louchen, monk, what will happen if you say two more words?
Wuyou Temple is so poor that you can't even afford a pen."
Jian Fan's eyes rolled around, and it took him a long time to change his mind from panic.
I searched in my mind what this so-called "meeting" is. bother Without even looking at the remaining red envelope, Jian Fan knew what it was and smiled with nostalgia and emotion.
She threw both letters into the TV cabinet drawer.
He lazily lay down on the sofa, grabbed a neatly placed blanket and covered himself with it.
He had no idea why there was a blanket on the sofa.
In fact, I knew who put the blanket there without even thinking about it.
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"Ananda, Ananda" Jian Fan looked out the window at the beautiful Tianzi Lake, murmuring Rongnan's name, and unexpectedly thought of Rongnan's loose and carefree look, and really wanted to see the scenery inside the clothes.
As she thought, the devil's claws in her mind unconsciously stretched out towards the imaginary person.
As soon as her hand touched the fabric, the tip of her nose felt hot, and a line of blood flowed out from her nose like a fountain, and a fishy and sweet smell penetrated the corner of her mouth.
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Ananda, shy, lifted up his clothes.
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